--I own nothing but the poetry.--

A baby conceived and born in sin
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Found by preachers and taken in
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
In piety raised and undying faith fed
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
From infant to boy, their words filled his head
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

They told him to share his gift with the world
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Not of the other plan being unfurled
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Like a good boy, he did as was told
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
While the preachers collected their coveted gold
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

Josiah the Amazing Boy Preacher was born
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
He spoke in the tents each Sunday morn
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
He preached like the words ran in his veins
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Telling stories of Moses, Ruth, Abel and Cain
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

But the boy was slowly becoming a man
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
And his age would ruin his caretaker's plan
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Poison silver they fed him and stole from his sleep
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Making sure that his end of the bargain he'd keep
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

Driven by lust for their idol of gold
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
The preachers turned to the demon of old
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
For their terrible greed, the boy paid the toll
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
To the Lord of Darkness, they sold his soul
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

But all of their plans had been for naught
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Soon by the townsfolk the preachers were caught
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Sure that Josiah's heart was turned black
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
They turned from the tents and never looked back
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

The preachers took the boy to the field
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Deaf to his pleas, they refused to yield
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
They left Josiah in the rows of corn
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Ridden with anger, sadness, and scorn
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

Back where all his pain began
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Josiah hatched his own little plan
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Mad from betrayal and the poison within
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
He knew it was time to commit his own sin
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

Deep in the corn, betrayal still fresh
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
He violently ended their life of flesh
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
The blood of the preachers soon soaked the ground
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
But as they say, what goes around comes around
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

Josiah was punished for his bloody crime
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
The townspeople tracked him down in no time
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
They pointed their fingers and pinned all the blame
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Then sacrificed poor Josiah to the flame
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

Into the well, they dropped every bone
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
Assuring his spirit would be left alone
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
A child abandoned, poisoned, betrayed
The word of the Lord, thanks be to God.
And by his own faith couldn't be saved
Glory to God,
Hallelujah.

Glory to God,
Hallelujah.